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I don’t. I can’t. Not when she’s like this, writhing beneath me, her nails leaving marks on my skin. Not when the wolf in me is howling for more, for her, for this. I drive into her harder, faster, until she’s clenching around me, her body shuddering as she comes undone. Her cry is muffled against my shoulder, and the sound of it almost pushes me over the edge.

Her hands grip my shoulders as I flip us, her laugh breaking into a gasp when she lands on top of me. Her hair falls like a curtain around us, blonde strands catching the sunlight filtering through the cabin window. She braces herself on my chest, her fingers splaying over my skin, and I can’t help but grin up at her.

“You’re in charge now,” I tease, my voice rough as she adjusts, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of my hips.

Her smirk is all confidence, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes—nerves, maybe, or anticipation. She shifts, and the friction makes my breath catch.

“You’re not the only one with moves, wolf boy.”

“Prove it,” I challenge, my hands gripping her thighs.

She doesn’t hesitate. She rocks her hips, slow at first, testing the angle, and I hiss through my teeth. Her laugh is breathless, her hands moving to my chest for balance.

I growl, my hands sliding up to her waist, any possible retort cut off by a moan as she sinks down onto me, taking my cock deeper. Her head tips back, the line of her throat exposed, and I can’t resist sitting up, my mouth finding her skin. She tastes like salt and sweat and something uniquely her, and the sound she makes when I bite down—soft, sharp—sends a jolt through me.

Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she grinds against me, her rhythm faltering but no less intoxicating.

“Jason,” she breathes, her voice breaking, the tension coiling in her, her body tightening around me.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her skin, my hands moving to her hips, guiding her. “Let go.”

Her cry is muffled against my shoulder, her nails digging into my back as she comes undone. I hold her through it, my own release building with every shudder of her body. When she collapses against me, I let go, my hips snapping up as I follow her over the edge, my release flooding into her.

Her forehead rests against mine, her blue eyes soft and unfocused. “Told you,” she whispers, her voice a little smug, a little dazed.

I laugh, the sound low and rough. “Yeah, you did.”

CHAPTER 19

ALICE

Sunlight filters through the cabin window in soft, gold ribbons. The air smells like rain-damp wood and warm skin. I’m tangled in a blanket, my cheek pressed into a bare shoulder that feels like home and fire all at once.

Jason’s shoulder.

He’s still asleep.

And I… I don’t want to move.

Not even a little.

His arm is draped over my waist like he’s afraid I might vanish. One leg slung lazily over mine. His breathing is deep, slow. The kind of breathing that means his guard is all the way down.

I close my eyes, letting it sink in.

Last night wasn’t supposed to happen.

Not like that. Not after everything.

God, it did.

It was soft. Careful. Fierce. Kind. All the things I didn’t know my body could still feel.

I shift slightly, not to move away—just to turn toward him more.

To see his face.

Even in sleep, his brow’s furrowed, like he’s not quite sure peace belongs to him.

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